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10. GIULIANNA

Penulis: Archnemesis
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-23 02:13:36

I wasn’t going to play along.

Not yet.

I didn’t care how soft the sheets on my bed now felt like beneath me. Or how the food on the tray still smelled freshly cooked as if made just moments ago. He could paint this like some weird twisted version of love but there’s only one thing how I see this room. A prison.

I sat at the small table near the window that obviously had bars. I haven’t touch the food he left me. It went cold now but still smells good. But the fact that I don’t know how many hours had I been here stopped me from touching it. My fingers stayed curled on my lap and my shoulders burned with tension.

I am worried about Sofia. My baby. I know she couldn’t handle being away from me for too long. She would always cry to Signora Rossa whenever I have to take an overtime at the bike shop.

What if she’s crying now? What if something happens to her heart? Those are the questions that bothered me and made the sting reached the back of my eyes.

I want to cry right now. But I
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  • His Baby My Burden: The Mafia Rider's Claim   98. MATTEO

    The fire had burned low in the hearth, but it was enough to cast a faint glow across the floorboards. The kind of light that made everything feel quieter than it really was. Giuli had gone to tuck Sofia in hours ago, but I could still smell her on my skin. Her warmth lingered on the collar of my shirt, on my mouth, in every goddamn breath I took.I stood by the window, one hand braced against the frame, the other wrapped around a half-empty glass of whiskey. Beyond the glass, the lake shimmered under the moonlight. Calm. Still.It didn’t match the way my chest felt.Enzo’s words still played like static in the back of my head. That name, Emmanuele, cracked through my peace like a match against dry wood. Just the sound of it dragged every instinct I’d tried to bury back to the surface. The monster I’d caged since the night I got Giuli and Sofia out? He was waking up again. Slowly. But not without purpose.He’s alive. Or someone wants us to think he is.And if that someone was baiting m

  • His Baby My Burden: The Mafia Rider's Claim   97. MATTEO

    Still intact. I exhaled, breath fogging the air. I’d been preparing since the night Giuli let me back into that house. Since I held her in front of the fire, her body arching into mine like a lifeline. Since I kissed her and tasted everything I thought I’d lost. I knew peace wouldn’t last. I just didn’t think it’d come unraveled this fast. A twig snapped behind me. Not loud—but close. I straightened slowly, hand instinctively going for the switchblade in my coat pocket. My ears honed in. A breath. Another step. “Thought I taught you to walk quieter,” I murmured. Enzo’s voice answered behind me, winded. “You did.” I turned to find him leaning against a tree, scarf half-wrapped around his neck, a flask in hand. He took a long swig and offered it to me. “Whiskey. You look like you need it.” I took it, not because I wanted it, but because we both knew what was coming. And fire was better than fear. “You follow me out here just to babysit?” I asked, handing it back. “No,” he s

  • His Baby My Burden: The Mafia Rider's Claim   96. MATTEO

    Dawn came slow. Like it didn’t want to witness what the night left behind. The snow had thinned, just a dusting across the porch, not enough to cover the boot prints I left hours ago. I stood at the edge of the tree line, cigarette between my fingers, smoke curling around my jaw as my eyes scanned the horizon. Stillness. The kind that hides teeth. Behind me, the house sat like a painting, warm yellow windows, the faint silhouette of Giuli moving in the kitchen. Sofia’s laughter echoed from inside, and for a second, just a second, I wanted to believe we were safe. But safety was a lie I couldn’t afford anymore. I took one last drag and crushed the ember under my heel. Then I walked to the treehouse. Enzo was already up, sitting cross-legged on the floor with an old radio set spread out in front of him. He didn’t look surprised when I climbed the ladder and ducked in. Just passed me a black thermos. “Coffee,” he muttered. “Stronger than regret.” I snorted, took a s

  • His Baby My Burden: The Mafia Rider's Claim   95. GIULIANNA

    Matteo looked at me then. Fully. And the expression on his face… it wasn’t anger. It wasn’t guilt. It was something rawer than either helplessness. A kind of ache I hadn’t seen in him since the first night we ran. “I can’t lose you again,” he said. “You won’t,” I told him. “But you have to stop keeping me in the dark.” He walked toward me slowly, each step heavier than the last, until he stopped beside my chair. He crouched down in front of me, resting his hands on my knees. His thumb brushed the inside of my leg like he wasn’t even thinking about it just needed to touch something real. “I didn’t tell you because if it is him… I’m not sure what I’ll become. And I didn’t want you to see that.” I cupped his face without thinking, fingers trembling slightly against the stubble on his jaw. “I’ve seen you at your worst, Matteo. You don’t have to hide from me.” He leaned into my touch. Eyes closed. Breathed me in like he needed it to stay steady. Then: “I don’t care if I have to burn

  • His Baby My Burden: The Mafia Rider's Claim   94. GIULIANNA

    The name hit me like a cold ripple in my chest. From the deck, I saw Matteo stiffen slightly, his hand lowering. His eyes narrowed, face shadowed now under the porch light. “Why are you bringing him up?” “I wasn’t gonna,” Enzo muttered. “Not tonight. But the thing is... he’s been seen. Or someone who looks a hell of a lot like him.” My heart dropped. Matteo leaned in, elbow to his knee, suddenly far too still. “Where?” “South. Old winery road.” Enzo said, voice quieter now. “Couple weeks ago. Not confirmed but some of the old gang who left after the fallout, they’ve been whispering.” “You sure?” “No,” Enzo admitted. “But it’s not just talk anymore. Someone’s been asking about Giuli. And Sofia.” My breath caught. A beat passed. Matteo’s jaw flexed. His knuckles whitened around the cigarette until he flicked it away, uncaring where the embers scattered. I could only watch from the window, frozen. Listening. Wanting to storm outside and demand answers but knowing if I did, Mat

  • His Baby My Burden: The Mafia Rider's Claim   93. GIULIANNA

    I slipped out of bed and threw on one of Matteo’s button-downs from the floor, the fabric swallowing me whole. My legs were bare, but I didn’t care. My feet padded softly over the wooden floors, following the sound of giggles down the hallway. When I reached the kitchen, the sight made my heart twist. Matteo stood barefoot in front of the stove, shirtless, a dish towel thrown over his shoulder. Sofia sat on the counter beside him, holding a small wooden spoon like it was a wand, her hair still a mess of soft curls from sleep. He cracked an egg one-handed while guiding hers with the other, his voice low and patient. “Good. Now stir gently, principessa. Not too fast. We don’t want flying yolks.” “I’m a chef now!” Sofia beamed proudly. Matteo grinned, eyes crinkling. “The best one I’ve ever had.” She giggled again and accidentally knocked over the pepper shaker. Ground black pepper spilled across the counter like confetti. “Oops,” she whispered. Matteo laughed. “Every g

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